The Wang Clan's ancestor carried the spiritual item into another pavilion.
Inside sat a grim-faced old woman leaning on a crow-headed cane. Beside her sat an old man dressed like a fisherman, holding a fishing rod, wearing a conical hat and a straw rain cape.
"Granny Jiuyin, Old Monster Qu..."
The Wang Clan's ancestor looked at the partners who had joined him in bidding for the Star Palace Token, his expression somewhat strange.
"Ha-ha, I have yet to congratulate you, Daoist friend, on obtaining that Golden-Origin Puppet Stone. It should be enough for you to cultivate that great technique, giving you another measure of security in the secret realm."
Old Monster Qu, holding the fishing rod, chuckled.
"This spiritual item came out of nowhere... It burns the hand."
The Wang Clan's ancestor sat down and casually took a sip of spiritual tea. "What is the background of that black-robed Core Formation cultivator?"
"This old woman does not care about his background. He offended an outstanding disciple of Thunderclap Temple—what good ending could possibly await him?"
Granny Jiuyin gave a cold laugh. "And that You Yuanzi—those Bloodfiend Island devil cultivators are as moody as the weather. That cultivator has quite a fortune on him... Perhaps before the secret realm even opens, he will already be reduced to bones."
Fang Qing did not think he had already become a dead man on credit.
After wandering around a little longer, he returned to the cave residence Zhan Hongxiu had temporarily rented.
More than half a day later, Zhan Hongxiu returned as well. Her expression as she looked at Fang Qing was rather peculiar. "This little sister heard that a Core Formation cultivator offended that Zen Master Dazhi from Thunderclap Temple... Speaking of his appearance, he sounds rather similar to Daoist friend Fang."